Silence...it was good. It was what he had wanted all this time, pure peace and content. Away from the wars, celebrations, and the hustle and bustle of different beings going different places, doing different things for different reasons. the soothing light and noiseless void kept him still, yet there were times when he wondered. where is here, is anyone else here? how long had he been here. there was something missing from him. feelings? memories? leaving just a blank spot, but it didnt matter, he didnt care, he was in bliss

Just outside of the galaxy was a small battle cruiser, floating at on odd axis, it looked like it had been in a great battle, long ago. With no nearby sun to light it, the red and black hull camouflaged the outdated Sith and Imperial markings. Severely damaged, a scan would indicate below minimal life support with one survivor aboard in cryostasis. With the remaining power systems slowly dying out, a short ranged beacon continued to emit from the ship

It was a familiar hiss, one he had heard time and time again. The airlock door opened exposing a dimly lit hallway only illuminated by the self powered emergency lights that lined them. Four marines ran forward and secured the hallway. "My lord, it is all clear." said one into his comm link. "Proceed forward Zephyr, Noble and Scepter teams secure the hallway and airlock." replied Alagos as he walked up to Zephyr team.

Behind him 8 more marines exited the airlock and hallway and gave the all clear as Alagos followed behind the fireteam of marines. The pointman aimed his slugthrower down the hallway while operating a lifescanner in his hand, scanning each hallway and hatchway they passed. The small narrow hallways of the cruiser creaked and moaned under their heavy boot until the pointman held up his fist. "This one my lord." said the Corporal in command of the fireteam. Alagos stepped forward and took out one of his sabers. The marines got on either side of the door and awaited as Alagos reach out his free hand and then breathed in.

With what seemed like little effort the Sith Master crushed the hatchway into a ball and tossed it to the side as the marines entered into the room. Flashlights illuminated at what they aimed towards but they were soon overcome by the green glow of a lightsaber. The four marines at good distance surrounded a man. "And who might you be?" said Alagos disengaging his saber but keeping it ready in his hand.

Among the white void that Vishk had familiarized himself with and
grew comfortable in, seemed like it was coming to an end. He felt
himself slowly falling down away from the spot he had known from what
seemed like eternity. Something new had happened. A soft ringing in his
ears grew louder and louder until it seemed all the noise in the galaxy
rushed into his ears. The falling sensation increased as the ring turned
to whistle, whistle turned to hum, hum turned to vibration. Images of
people and places appeared as he continued to fall. Images of death,
destruction, and despair faded into his mind as the vibration turned
into numbness. He became scared. he didn't want this, he didn't want any
of this at all, but it seemed like he had no choice but to take it.
Horrendous images continued to fill his mind and insatiable feelings
filled his heart. The white aura that was around him faded into brown then
into green. It became hard for him to breathe and pain faded into his
body and mind.

Suddenly extreme coldness covered him from all directions. Opening
his eyes the lights of the chamber and the fluids flooded into them
causing a burning sensation and blurring his vision. Intense pain shot
through his body as he struggled around inside this container of liquid
gel like substance. The burn faded away and his vision returned the more
he blinked. Breaking the stabilizer restraints with ease, he realized
he was laying on his back. The Cold subsided as he moved. There was a
strap around his face with what appeared to be a broken module mask
preventing him from breathing. Taking it off his nose and mouth, he
began to suffocate on the liquid gel. He had to get out of there.
Turning to his left he tried to push the glass. Unsuccessful, he began
punching it harder and harder.

For some reason if felt like he was barely punching it. The harder he
tried, the softer the punch grew. With the lack of oxygen he started to
fade to black, when memories of different abilities quickly flashed in
succession in his mind. his whole body became tense and he drew back his
fist as if it was almost a reaction to something. Time seemed to slow
as he drew back, and as he pushed his fist forward, energy surrounded
his forearm and injected itself into where he was hitting.

The Side of the container exploded into chunks outward with such
force, it knocked Vishk to the opposite side of the container, then up
and out the broken side. Rolling to a stop in the middle of the room,
the green liquid gel spilled everywhere on the padded and metal floor.
Catching his breath, he looked at his hand

That felt good, ohhh that felt damn good, It was like an instant
addiction, and oh man did he want more of that. Standing up the black
bodysuit he was wearing continued to drip the green liquid. As he drew
more energy from the force, his body cascaded in light until it exploded
outward, knocking any objects or loose debris in all directions. He
screamed with the power until it died out, leaving him satisfied,
energized and focused. Looking around he noticed he was surrounded by soldiers getting up off the floor in a dark destroyed room. He could not remember anything,
this ship seemed familiar but he couldn't place it."Who...Who are you? Where am I?"

Noticing his two saber hilts on a table near by, Vishk outstretched his hand. As they quickly floated across the room and rested under his palm untill he gripped them, he smoothly took one in each hand, prepared to activate the crimson blades for a fight if need be. What looked to be their commander was standing between him and the door. Multiple scenarios ran through his mind. 'There must be some way out of this.'

[OOC: If you identify Vishk Tarron, records show status as fugitive of the Old Sith Council]

Valkyr could sense the man was uneasy with the situation he had found himself in. He let the man fetch his sabers, he had no doubt that if the man chose to fight that he could end his life quickly and return to other matters of importance. After all his newly forged empire seemed to have new troubles arising that needed his attention almost every hour.

The marines picked themselves off the ground and aimed their weapons towards the man again, locking their boots to the hull with the magnets built into their heels. Their weapons were specifically designed to take on lightsabers, part blaster, part slugthrower. "Orders my lord" said the Corporal standing nearest to Vishk. Valkyr raised his hand as he eyes stayed locked on the man, almost staring into his soul it seemed.

"You are, Vishk Tarron...formerly of the Old Sith Council, are you not? If so, I have use for you."